lol Pagwatch!
The final image of my story is probably amusing, but I still wince at the memory, so maybe not . . .
DS1 fed almost constantly. After 6 weeks of being an almost total housebound dairy, I risked a walk over the common near our house, which homes lots of (usually very passive) horses. After an hour or so, in lovely sunshine, I sat down in the middle of nowhere to feed, to be approached a few seconds later by a small white horse, looking inquisitively at ds1. Dh, helpfully, reassures me that we will be fine and says "Shoo" in a halfhearted way.
Apparently horses like the smell of breast milk! This creature starts rolling its eyes at me, and licking its lips as I struggle to my feet with ds1 still latched on (no way was I risking showing it my boob) Five more horses approach gazing at me hungrily! DH faffs about saying "Shoo" some more.
I flee, ds1 still attached (and very probably still feeding) with the strings of that bloody impossible Wilkinet sling trailing behind me, as six horses follow on behind . . .
Oh the joys!